And then?—
Connor’s annoyingly chipper voice brings me back to reality.
“Well, good morning to you, too, Ford. Glad to see you so chipper this beautiful morn?—”
“I don’t have time for this nonsense!”I explode, my rage making me shake. “A motherfucker broke into Harper’s parents’ house and trashed the place.”
I run out of air.
Closing my eyes, I squeeze the phone so hard I’m surprised I don’t break it. “They spray-painted awful shit on the walls about Harper.”
“Fuck.” I hear Connor’s feet and then a flurry of activity. “I’ll be right there.”
He ends the call, all business now that I mentioned Harper’s name.
The hockey team always takes care of one another, and that extends to anyone or anything we care about.
If it’s important to one of us, it’s important toallof us.
Shoving my phone in my back pocket, I squeeze Harper against me. “You up for checking out the rest of the house?”
She nods. “I need some water, anyway. I put some in the fridge.”
Her big eyes blink up at me. “Do you think it’s safe to drink?”
“I’ll get Connor to bring us some.” I pull my phone out, quickly shooting him a text.
It shows as read before the three dots appear.
CONNOR: Gram is packing a cooler of water. I’ve got the laptop. Anything else?
ME: Text Jaxson at King Morine. We need cameras. I want some at Gram’s and more here.
CONNOR: More?
ME: I have some in Harper’s bedroom and the living room. I’m checking them now.
CONNOR: Such a stalker. LOL!
ME: Shut up, ass wipe. Text Jaxson.
CONNOR: On it.
My eyes move to Harper, feeling her mood shift.
She’s staring at the painted message on the wall, a frown on her face.
“Baby.” I wrap my arms around her, pressing my hard dick against her ass.
I’m always hard for this fucking woman.
I can’t get enough of her.
“You know that shit on the wall isn’t true. It isn’t who you are.”
She sighs, relaxing against me. “I know. It just… brings up some old insecurities. I’ve never been thin like other?—”
“I don’t care. I love you for whoyouare. Inside and out.”